I made this drawing as a commissioned work for someone I used to co-work with.
I really like this kind of drawings with dots. The symbolism of a multitude of insignificant, rough, most basic and imperfect little things, ; created by the contacts of two opposites : the dark ink of a pointy pen and the white, immaculate and smooth piece of paper. All this absurdity, put in a larger perspective to create meaning.
The line has meaning, the letter does to. They have shape and intention. But the dot isn’t even placed with premeditation. It is only the momentum that made it exist, and it is the same momentum that will make it bland and invisible in the mass. But despite all of it, it gives texture, meaning and a certain “beauty” to the ensemble.
I hope to be a dot…